Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2683 1475: A Startling Cause

Within the icy, shadowy core of the hall, the Witch Demon Leader's wild laughter reverberates freely, as the massive shadow continues to linger there, its serene demeanor as unshakeable as a towering peak.

Unlike its previous state, black glow now envelops it, while a thick, sinister energy radiates outward, matching the one that clings to our position and the bases of the two alliances.

In that instant, the enormous black figure shrouded in darkness appears endlessly profound, transforming the entire Bone Hall into a bottomless chasm overflowing with vibes of death and hopelessness, saturated with the demon's spooky and enigmatic presence.

As it cackles wildly, the Witch Demon Leader's bony hand strokes the crystal ball's surface, making the images change and display Leo Ray along with his allies once more.

Leo Ray and his group still look puzzled, searching their surroundings for clues, yet their strained and worried faces reveal that they've discovered absolutely nothing.

"These idiotic creatures, completely clueless about the events that unfolded, could never suspect that beneath the adult's ultimate authority's control, this massive city actually holds two matching realms! Haha!"

Observing the reflection in the crystal ball, the Witch Demon Leader mixes scorn into his chuckles, mocking, "When the Human Race's Emperor finally grasps the truth, all his underlings will have been wiped out—by yet another bunch of pests! Then, the look on that Human Emperor's face ought to be truly entertaining, right?"

With those words out, the Witch Demon Leader's bony visage abruptly grows grim, and he declares icily, "Soon enough, it'll be his turn. For constantly meddling in our plans, this leader will ensure he and his followers endure torment far worse than mere death."

After uttering that, the Witch Demon Leader's crystal ball shifts to show the sight of our bases under siege, then he glances at the colossal shadow, asking impatiently, "Master, why haven't those dim-witted pests under your supreme command begun their assault yet?"

"It won't be long now; even though my strength has only partially returned, remember how I once ensnared those so-called Chosen Sons of God, making them our loyal servants who kneel to our almighty god."

The enormous shadow, speaking in a raspy, profound tone, stays composed and replies softly, "I barely notice those Chosen Sons of God, much less these trivial insects."

Here, the shadow's tone deepens further, chillingly remarking, "What, do you doubt my approach?"

As the shadow's words drop, an overwhelming divine pressure crashes down from above, forcing the Tier 6 Eight Star Witch Demon Leader to falter instantly, dropping to his knees in terror as he pleads, "Master, how could you think that? I was merely feeling a little impatient!"

"Fine, given your long years of gathering fear and despair to aid my recovery, I'll overlook this."

The shadow eases its oppressive force, shifting back to a steady voice.

"Gratitude for your leniency, Master! No one can rival the Master's might!"

Prostrated on the ground, the Witch Demon Leader heaves deep breaths while flat on the floor, bobbing his head vigorously to laud the other's power.

"Stand up; once these pests are fully eliminated and the fires of ruin blaze across the land, my strength will swiftly return, and soon the entire world will quake under my dominion."

The shadow's voice brims with frenzy as it declares, "At that moment, we will behold the magnificent Light of Chaos."

"Master, are you saying our almighty god has always remained here? Never truly lost in the Battle of Winter's Chill..."

The Witch Demon Leader's expression overflows with zeal, though his words cut off abruptly.

From the fragments of his recollections, they had suffered a humiliating loss, with all Evil Gods perishing; seizing the chaos and destructive embers that lingered, they resorted to self-imposed seals to barely survive, until the Broken Valley Alliance's folks invaded the Demon Hall.

"Exactly, where else do you suppose the Era of Blankness originated? Our almighty god came back, expelling those false pious ones from the Divine Realm, and the devastation at the height of the Ten Thousand Clans was just a minor aftermath."

The massive shadow answers in a tone brimming with absolute conviction, "Otherwise, why have those false pious ones never resurfaced? Even the Chosen Sons of God have disappeared, undoubtedly crushed in the Era of Blankness!"

"Master, yet if that's the case, this realm should already be blanketed in death and despair—why hasn't our almighty god shown themselves again?"

A flicker of bewilderment crosses the Witch Demon Leader's skeletal features as he inquires once more.

"Idiot, how could you comprehend a god's intentions? Our almighty god surely has purposes of their own for staying hidden."

The massive shadow shows no desire to dwell on the subject, instead unleashing a heavy sinister energy without concern, stating, "Enough; now it's time to stir those pests into motion."

With those words from the shadow, the sinister energy surges forth like a tempest, blasting straight out of the hall.